[Verse 1: Akuma]

MCs I need to wake up

Time is now to be creative when you bust

No need to sound like

When you grab mics

Biting is for suckers who think that they can rhyme

If you're doing this be original

No need to act tough, rudeboy, you ain't a criminal

Like this or those with generic raps

And them weak ass flows fuckin' up at shows

Blaming the soundman 'cause they forgot what they wrote

Y'all doing this for the fame, such a shame

To even be allowed in this part of the game

I'm looking for a change but not the one that you spare

The future sound of music but y'all don't care

Beats I like 'em rare, rhymes I like 'em raw

The sheriff's in town and y'all done broke the law

If you like to talk shit then I'mma break your jaw

[Verse 2: Subtitle]

Street to street, bus to bus

You cheat to eat, we complete the beat

A higher caliber of calindrome don't sleep

I'm like Gallagher send you home for keeps

The sledgehammer and I'm on the creep

The number is 6 and the price is steep

I turn a silicon sandtrap into a scrap heap

Time travel device on mics

Twice times thrice unravel and slice

Hook it back up like Heidi Fleiss

A mighty unsightly when you bite me slightly

Time and time again they fight

AltaVista day and night we

Luminate light like Sean Brightly

Loose as a goose but wound up tightly

Truant when I'm doin' it

Forget what they might be

[Verse 3: LifeRexall]

I lay down on a line for the everyday struggle and hard times

In line for the communion of thoughts from the divine

The culture is my doctrine, rockin' since '89

The hustle is my music, pursuing the daily grind

Possessed by the spirits of ancients I am defined

The reincarnation that traveled through space and time

Found to overcome the source of my mother's cryin'

And keep my goals focused even when I'm mentally tryin'

My will shall be done no matter the outcome

In a race against the fake the fraudelents outrun

In a war against the critics the cynics I outgun

In a battle of saga leave the track you laced undone

Even if the modern day hero is unsung

There will be in time of the day our reckoning's begun

I speak for the prosperity of my loved ones

The flame of insecurity burn out under the sun

[Verse 4: Xololanxinxo]

There's insecure circles within your lies

You're the residue of the modified pattern words

Slaughtered and swimming down magnetic fibers

Breating a reflex of a similar facelets, face it

You're a prototype universe that will slowly burst

Yet your understanding and originality will seem as long as a second

Counting itself down by milliseconds

I'm exposing the obvious professionals and hard MCs

In a soft and subtle contrast

Constructing this offspring of illness in this surreal circuit of a soundring

That's pounding like a headache

Infecting our behaviour, capturing our labor

I am now a paragraph braver

I will keep it hardcore underground braindigger smash

Perfected audio insatiable

The [?] man has introduced, abused and grated

The woodwork

Tampering with nature's natural skeleton

[Verse 5: Lord Zen]

Awaken from the base sleep of continuous cycles

Sensual obsession, neglecting the 21

That need the perfection by night for the destroyer

Prepare to create

We make the reality and correct the mistakes

The glitches with beings organically programmed

To resurrect the queen out of the filthiest of bitches

This is a formation of heaven on Earth

You want dirt so you dig deep for a discovery

Figuring I'm hiding a lie

But I'm all true so the sleuth on discover [?]

The disguise is a test of faith

So you can learn to ask directly, no need to estimate

The doubt got your lips flappin', talkin' behind my back

When no one's out of reach for the drums I'm packin'

The showgun's inner piece is only a stream of action

Undetected by the incessant mind chatter

Snapping your subconscious in half

Until you learn your drink from the fountain

You're running out of gas